it is easy
to erase your existence
by a scratch over your name on paper.
but oh, you are more than just name:
you are blood in my veins
coursing through my body with pain and ill will
telling me you love me
as you bleed me dry.
because you are the curse that I can never remove
and even when I die you’ll be in my bones
on my gravestone and in my soul.
and all that I have of you left
are half a wing and one quarter hope
as feeble as it is (since you’ll never come back)
and it burns in my mind
and in my eyelids at night
when the reality of things catch up to me
and the loss of you overwhelms.
and no one can quite capture
the expanding constellation that is
your mind; and the brilliancy contained
within those gems you have in your eyes.
oh, my dear, you are the galaxy and more:
you are the universe I would lose myself in forever.
it’s always been
half empty bottles, tipped over
Jack Daniels filling the heart and
being the rain that poets write about
and your arms the umbrella that I
take shelter in from the pace of the world
that never stops.
one day the fingers that you slip so easily between mine
will be nothing but wisps of lost time trying so desperately to
leave me but